Verse 1

been broke my whole life,still aint a custom

out here screamin money over thing $#&@ um
grind like an immigrint,count like a clock do,
im on my makevalli cause all these chicken pacs dude...

im just tryin 2 see success,they dont wanna let me son
money is the root of evil ? im just countin blessins upppp....
bank is the bible ..bed side by the rifle

wifeee think im crazy ...u know how that life go...
bald head ..pants sag.. gun ..and a fat stack
till the wall got my name r.i.p in some flat black...

racing till that day come, time waits for no man
and if u really bout this life than u already kno that
get what u put out and i aint tryin to hold back

had the county blues dog and i aint tryin to go back
im in the streets gettin money till it kills me
i kno the real grinders feel me


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everyday that i open up my eyes,
everyday seeming hopeless but i grind...
counting my blessings...

thinkin bout my boys that still block %#@!
i got my hand in my pocket
man im just counting my blessins

countin my blessins countin my blessins
im in the streets gettin money till it kills me
i kno the real grinders feel me.....


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verse 2



hands fulla paper cuts,busy on this paper route
driving thru the hood..suprised that i made it out...
homies drinkin fortys,other homies blastin ummmm,

kids with they back backs men got cash in um...
some still light the pipe some with they 9 to 5
hope they gettin money too and everything in life is right..

blessed with some talent ..blessed to make loot up off it...
countin blessings on the daily stuff um in my louie wallet
top ramen life,i upgraded to prime rib

u mad cause ghetto muther$#&@a want nice %#@!...
is it wrong to want better ? makin all this cheddar
at the beverly center Crooks & Castles on the sweater

they say im to flossy.... i say u $#&@in right
grow up in east los angeles its nothin nice...
heres my camera.... heres my jays too

walk and see life like me aint no take 2....

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everyday that i open up my eyes,
everyday seeming hopeless but i grind...

counting my blessings...
thinkin bout my boys that still block %#@!
i got my hand in my pocket

man im just counting my blessins
countin my blessins countin my blessins
in the streets gettin money till it kills me

i kno the real grinders feel me

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they say money aint everything,say that when ya piss poor

they say mo money mo problems ,ima get more
they say money come and go,not if ya rich or
grindin on the mother$#&@in daily baby get ursssss

it dont stop i dont think it ever will
right here in the gutter pipe dreamin till i get a mill
then get a mill its never enough

and thats real cause im grindin till im dead or in cuffs
its like
im out here livin fast cause time is very is precious..
and if time is really money then im countin every second...
im not sayin thats its everythang ...im sayin that its everythang

money dont buy happiness ...broke dont buy anythang
They say change is good so im out here breakin hundreds
and its hard to be humble when u made it outah nothin
im in the streets gettin money till it kills me
i kno the real grinders feel me